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February 3, 2003 fever pitch Come closer.  Yes, that's it.  Pull your chair closer. It was not bad living alone.  I was slender with grief.  And I could run with scissors any time I wanted. Put your ear to my mouth.  Am I speaking or only thinking? The world is divided between frauds who know it and frauds who don't.  I was a fraud and I knew it.  In that way, I was an honest man.

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